Page 48 of Talk About… Secrets
“You’ve read my mind,” I said as the tension seeped from me. Maybe my heat was closer than I thought.
“Perfect, are you almost back?”
We’d crashed at Hailey’s for about a week while he somehow greased palms into getting our paperwork streamlined. We bought the property easily and now we’d redone two of the rooms so we had ours ready, though he slept with me most nights.
Drew and I had fallen into a friendship again. There were touches, looks of longing, but neither one of us had pulled the trigger.
I knew he wanted me, but he was respecting the space I’d accidentally put between us. Maybe this missed period and weird hormones were from missing my other pack members, but also the stress of the move, the wedding… a nasty combination of it all.
Maybe it was time to change that.
With my purse weighed down by the test, I made my way home. The firehouse… or packhouse, now, smelled incredible. It was clear that Drew went all out for this date, which only solidified my plan.
It was time to take this relationship past friendship and to where it belonged… an omega claiming her alpha.
Sneaking upstairs, I took a quick shower and shaved, before sliding on a cute swimsuit and a sundress over the top. I opted to leave my hair damp and makeup off, it would be messed up again soon anyway.
It was far too hot to not get in the creek and the spot I knew he’d take me to, the one I’d been in so many times with him before, was deep enough to swim.
I found Drew in the kitchen with a genuine picnic basket in one hand, a big blanket in the other. His smile was adorable, green eyes lit up at the sight of me.
I’d been so wrapped up in missing them, I was clearly not seeing Drew as I should have. He was attentive, sweet, playful, and respecting every invisible boundary I’d put up.
Ignoring his full hands, I walked closer. His eyes tracked the movement, watching me stalk closer. His smile turned from excited, to sexy as he stood, statue still.
“Hello,” I offered. My voice sounded husky and breathless, telling him exactly where my thoughts had gone.
“Gracie.” My name was a prayer, a beg for salvation, and god it was powerful.
“Drew.” My response ended as I stepped into his heat, feeling his alpha pulsing just under the surface, ready to strike, if his muscles weren’t locked down tight.
Then I ghosted my lips over his.
It snapped something in my alpha. Before I could even process, he had his things thrown on the table and me in his arms, his mouth slanting over mine.
He kissed like a god… though, a starving one. His tongue swept in, possessive and dominant. He devoured me like he was committing my taste, my feel, to memory.
Maybe he was. Just as afraid of losing me as I was of losing him.
His scent swelled brighter, the strawberry, mandarin, and spicy alpha scent swirling around me.
A low, feral noise filled the air. It wasn’t until he spoke that I realized I was making that embarrassing sound. A whine that echoed from my wounded soul, begging him to make me his.
“I’ve got you, Gracie,” he promised so sweetly as he moved his kisses from my lips, to my neck, teasing over my unmarked skin and making me shiver. I could feel his smile against my skin.
“I need,” I started, unable to even finish the sentence.
“What do you need?” he asked. “I need your words, Gracie. Tell me what you need and I’ll give it to you.”
It was a vow from my alpha. One said with so much conviction I couldn’t shake it off as anything but the genuine truth.
“You.”
“You have me,” he promised, kissing again before pulling back. “I want specific words.”
“Your knot,” I whimpered like the needy omega I was.
His smile should have scared me. It was downright feral, a promise to devour me. I knew I wouldn’t be the same when he was done with me.
